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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 21:50:40 GMT -5
She tried to breathe through her nose, her chest rising and falling dramatically. Caylee tried to not look anyone in the eyes. She understood how Emmett felt whenever he got like she just had. She didn't want to look at anyone, she didn't want anyone looking at her, seeing the total weakness in her eyes. She felt powerless, feeling like she was so weak that she couldn't hold back her tears when Emmett actually needed her. How could she let Emmett down like that? She stared straight in front of her, on Emmett's chest. "I'm so sorry," she whispered damply. "Emmie..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 21:56:49 GMT -5
"...Y-yeah?" thinking as maybe she was trying to ask him something. Though he didn't know what she'd be asking. Maybe she did need that water or something. He kept looking at her, but every now and then his soft, understanding, yet confused eyes would wonder to look at the wall, the sheets, or his hands on her shoulders. His gaze would always come back to her.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 21:59:53 GMT -5
She began to shake her head, to tell him that she wasn't asking a question. But then suddenly, she leaned forward, burying her head into his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him tightly, as if they were being separated tonight, in a few minutes. She held on to him as a few more tears leaked out of her eyes and were absorbed by his loose shirt. "Promise you won't let me go... please..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 22:05:40 GMT -5
"I'm not, I'm not." he chanted to her after a moment. He wanted to hold her but her arms were squeezing his own against his sides. His head hung over her shoulder, his chin pulling down the collar of her night shirt. Emmett's face was barried into black stringy hair and he shook his head just slightly so to get the ends of the shorter strands out of his eyes, though now a combination of hers and his own blinded his left eye.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 22:09:02 GMT -5
Caylee lightened up on his arms, beginning to pull away. She kept telling herself to be stronger, to act stronger. Emmett needed her, she kept repeating to herself. His parents are divorcing AND he's loosing his best friend. But then another voice spoke up. Hadn't Emmett's parents treated her as their own daughter? Grounded her like she was their own, praised her like she was their own. Weren't his parents like the ones she never had. Hadn't she known Mr. and Mrs. Brigg's longer than her own parents? They were her own parents. She bit her lip again, debating whether or not to go back to Emmett, but she found herself leaning away, sitting back on her legs. "Th-thanks..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 22:16:17 GMT -5
Nodding so small, it was hardly noticable. Just a bit more aware than the tears that dropped from his eyes. He didn't even know he was crying, he seriously had no idea. He'd thought he had stopped just a bit ago, but they feel one by one, from his eye and then the other back and forth, taking turns rolling down his face in the same stream left by the last tear.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 22:18:20 GMT -5
Caylee reached out a trembling hand and cupped his cheek. With her thumb, she wiped away a tear from his cheek. Her chin began to shake, but this time she kept her cries deep inside of her. She had already had one fit of weakness, she didn't need more. "I want to lay down," she told him quietly. "Stay with me, please Emmie..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 22:28:34 GMT -5
His eyes widened when she reached out to him, wondering what she was going to do, and just assumed she'd be rubbing his neck or digging through his hair. When her thumb spread the tear latest tear across his check and to his sideburn he twitched and brought his right hand up, the back catching the other eye before it leaked once more. He stared, surprised and off guard. How could pain be so silent? "For as long as you let me." he told her quietly still taken back by his crying. He suddenly felt like he'd beein drowning in a hottub for an hour and was just sprung on getting pushed into an unheated pool. Taken with violent shakes he tried to play it off, hide them, and ignored them. He still wanted to help Mary Jane, not get upset himself again.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 22:37:29 GMT -5
She nodded again slowly, not wanting to trust herself with words. Her hand left his cheek and sank down into her lap, staring at him blankly for a few second before it followed suit of her body and turned around. She held up the blankets and she moved under them, laying on the left side of her body. She didn't hold the blankets out to Emmett, partly because she knew that he knew he didn't need an invitation and partly because she just didn't have the strength.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 22:44:41 GMT -5
He also wanted to lay down. He kept shaking. He felt like he had a cold, or was having some kind of allergy attack. His body was completely shed of any energy and he wasn't even sure what kind of position his body was in, what he was doing. It felt like he didn't even have the top of his head, like it just cut off right before his hair line. He also felt like he hand no neck, like he was a muhmuh cartoon, just a floating head hovering over his boney shoulders. When he was done trying to stop his shakes he rubbed his already red nose and then twitched it like a rabbit. He moved onto his knees and crawled up forward before picking up the sheets to tuck his legs in, starting to lay on his stomach.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 22:48:00 GMT -5
She immediately found the tiniest amount of energy to scoot closer to Emmett and wrap her arms around him, that was it though. She held him tightly in her arms, needing to feel some kind of security, and being able to hide it in comforting Emmett helped. She held her face to the edge of Emmett's shoulder. She held him tighter as he began to shake. It was a normalcy.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 23:00:00 GMT -5
He just shook more with her grip, but with many long pauses in between each grouping. Now he was just plain freezing and he turned himself over and pulled the blankets so they were even on him as it was on Caylee. He brought them up to his shoulders, and still he felt his teetch longing to chatter against eachother. "...I'm so tired." he told her hair and neck, his voice scaresly quiet. He wasn't even sure why he'd say that out loud, especially right now, and it's not like anyone could do anything about it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 23:01:59 GMT -5
"So'mm I," she murmured back to him, closing her eyes. "But I don' wanna go to sleep..." she couldn't bare to fall asleep before Emmett. What if he needed her? She had already let him down once, she couldn't bare it again. "Jus' relax, Emmie."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 3, 2007 23:25:57 GMT -5
He was wondering how she could go on comforting him after she had shown how much she obviously needed to be taken care of herself. She was so strong, and he was beyond jealious. Emmett wanted to be like Mary Jane in so many ways, and there was just so much in life they hadn't been through together, the thought of never doing so made more tears fall and soak into her pillow case. "I'm okay." he tried to convience her hoping she'd just believe him and they could try and drop this, just for a minute. Though his voice wouldn't comfort a baby lamb.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 3, 2007 23:45:06 GMT -5
"You are not," she objected immediately. "I know you're not." she clung to him harder, wanting just a little back, just a tad. So she could get her share and still look like she was comforting him. She needed to, it was her duty. The duty that she had picked up from the first time she walked into their house. It wasn't until now that it had started to feel heavy.
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